Painted
My love is painted reds and blues
Her skin it glows with colored hues
Each steps she takes she leaves a mark
Critics bow and call it art
And when she talks I nearly trip
As paint comes falling from her lips
Her eyes are brighter than the sun
I kiss her colors one by one
Love only gets you so far
When the one you love is like a star
Her touch leaves colors on my skin
Some don’t want the good to win
They try to cage exotic birds
Who do not follow with the herds
If they don’t want our love to be
I’ll paint the cage open,
Set us free.
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